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 Mar 2019 Mary
Grace E
His Words
 Mar 2019 Mary
Grace E
She wrapped herself in his words,
They fit her perfectly.
She danced in front of the mirror,
In her pretty new ensemble.
“This is what he thinks of me”
Is what she painted her lips with,
The cuffs that adorned her wrists,
A silken robe that glazed her curves.
His words were, a grand jewel hung from her neck.
& she was so proud to flaunt them.
 Mar 2019 Mary
MJL
Upstate
 Mar 2019 Mary
MJL
Rows of starched green and yellow paisley feather stalks
Marching in ordered lines along the road to 57 Eldon Way
Hot dogs and char burgers charge the air with yesterday's homecoming
Buds of moxie memories tipping long ears to big blue
Listening to the chickadees vocal pecking at kernels from the past
Morsels fall to the dirt signal life again for those willing to root
Pulled magpies to lines spy intimate joy-scattered seed below
Promising fortunes creased by hourglasses settled sand
White washed porches with rose printed borders
Nestle a "his and her" swing vantage over familiar fields
Imagined better-time scenes from selfie soaked movies
More real than all the forgotten stones ever stepped upon
Sweet tea sugar fills tall glasses of yarn spun dreams
Glory red and navy rippling a windy beat
To the clang of their steal pole clasp
Dance
Swing with them and recall a time of slower horizons
Of richer baskets
Of brighter springs
Of longer summers
Take a dip in the swimming hole
Naked, together, and happy


© 2019 MJL
Eldon is the Iowa town brought to life in Grant Wood's American Gothic painting. 57 is my favorite ketchup and everything best about being human... The poem reflects a memory of returning to a simpler time with improved perspective, remembering what we want. Magpies symbolize good luck, optimism and also deception.
 Mar 2019 Mary
MJL
Winter is Here
 Mar 2019 Mary
MJL
Brown overlay against blue autumn sky
Dry leaves waiting for their turn to fly
Arched gnarled branches gloom high overhead
Pine needles rust and fall slowly to bed

Winter's sleep wakes as each tree gives stretch
Cracking and snapping with bones of a wretch
Red oaks to white ash do pine for ripe summer
Limbs shake to the clouds to protest the new comer

North's exhale blows to bring change of a season
Kills without warning never sharing a reason
Only the edge of snows skyline is clear
Prepare for life's tapping as winter is here


© 2019 MJL
 Mar 2019 Mary
MJL
Everything
 Mar 2019 Mary
MJL
With the right voice
Everything is poetry


© 2019 MJL
To Jackson, Dean, Cash, Lightfoot, Hurt, Brooks, Thomas, Elliot, and my lovely bride.
 Mar 2019 Mary
BlackAndWhiteStars
you defined my pain
and i'd be lying if wiped my tears and told myself
this lasts forever
my mind tricks me into thinking
i was worth something to you
because we all know, in the end,
my regrets will pile forevermore
and i can't say that
the words i speak have good intentions
everyone gives me hope that
i can be something more,
but i know
i mean nothing to the world

now read it from bottom to top.

abstract, #1

inspired after i read the poem "pretty ugly"
 Mar 2019 Mary
Michael
Old Age is:
 Mar 2019 Mary
Michael
When your muscles are starting to let you down,
When your hearing what is not being said,
When the staircase at home turns your smile to a frown
When the shopping fills you with dread;
When kids use words that you don’t understand,
When on trains and buses you’re offered a seat,
When you feel that your life’s getting quite out of hand
When you fear the dark in the street;
When people ignore the advice that you give,
When the young deign not to notice you,
When every thought sours the way that you live,
When you can’t see the point of the things that you do;
When it’s all too hard to comprehend,
When there seems no point to even try,
When all you want is to grasp that end
When its finally time for you to die.
 Mar 2019 Mary
Grace E
Soulmates
 Mar 2019 Mary
Grace E
He may be a snake,
But I’m a snake charmer

He may be a rat,
Call me the pied piper
When he hears the music I play, he always comes running.
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